Distressing The Students Of Wuwei Martial Arts Hall

However, Xia Ping was unfazed after being attacked for an hour . Instead, all the people who attacked Xia Ping collapsed as if they had been drained by their girlfriends seven or eight times . They had no strength at all .

Bang bang bang! ! !

One by one the disciples fell to the ground, panting loudly and sweating profusely .

Even if some disciples with stronger endurance were still attacking Xia Ping, it could be seen that their fists were already weak like babies .

"What's wrong? Didn't you say that you are the elites of Wuwei Martial Arts Hall? After just an hour of fighting, you have no energy left?"

Xia Ping was very upset . He was enjoying it just now . The strength of his body had been increasing bit by bit . This incomparable pleasure was too comfortable . It felt more refreshing than a massage.

But now, these people had no strength and stopped hitting him . Their weak attacks had no effect .